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M avoided the ocean. To savage whilst also a pity I feel. Long days on waves stretching out in languorous sky, billowed at the edge. At 10 knots the salted wind is stiff but refreshing.

I want to hate but it falls away. I want to love but it grows slowly. I want to remember, but the sands slip through my toes on sea water suspended. Within a grasp then gone.

This life is not for the faint of heart.

Soothe.

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